The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

Although Yu Wan has no memory of the past ten years, she can learn a lot of information after staying in Lianhua Village for a long time even if she doesn't deliberately inquire about it. What adventures did "I" have during the year of disappearance.

And Xu Shao once threatened her, don't you want to know who she was with during the first few months of pregnancy?

Could it be... is it the little county king of the female monarch's mansion?

Yu Wan looked at the calligraphy she bought for a tael of silver, and then at the handwriting she wrote on the ground, and felt that there was nothing more fucked up in the world than this.

Yu Wan went back to the Helian mansion heartbroken, thinking about how to explain the matter to Yan Jiuchao, but when he entered the door, she found that Yan Jiuchao was not there, and even the servants didn't know where he was.

"Eldest young master wants to be alone and not let us follow." Zi Su said shamelessly.

So the son's frequent disappearance is indeed inherited from their own father. Yu Wan felt guilty for punishing the three little black eggs for facing the wall and thinking about their mistakes. She should punish the black eggs and their father first.

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The mother and son have been separated for too long, and they have endless things to say to each other, so that the little princess has worked so hard to find a gift for her brother, and the two of them have not finished talking.

The three of them had dinner together, and Nan Gongli sent her reluctant sister back to her boudoir, and then turned back to her mother.

It was late, but the lady was still dressed neatly, not even a single hairpin was messed up.

She sat on the grand teacher's chair, signaled the maids to back down, and then said to Nan Gongli: "I guessed that you still have something to say, and it just so happened that I also remembered something, and I almost forgot to tell you just now."

"What's the matter, mother?" Nan Gongli walked into the room slowly, not forgetting to close the door.

The lady frowned and said: "I saw that child back then. I'm not sure if it's just a person with a similar appearance, or the person himself. He and your father... are really similar..."

Speaking of this, the female gentleman sighed helplessly, not knowing whether it was envy or something else.

Nangong Li calmly sat down on the chair next to her mother, across the table.

"Really?" he murmured.

He is his father's son, but he just doesn't look like his father.

The lady pressed her eyebrows and said with a headache: "He is the newly recognized eldest young master of the Helian family, but I don't think it looks like it. I sent someone to Yancheng to find out his whereabouts, but suddenly there was no news from the two of them. .”

"Dead." Nangong Li said lightly.

The female monarch paused: "Dead? How could it be? One of them is a supreme scout, and the other is a golden-faced dead soldier. When I left the west city, I even received their flying pigeons. When I left the west city, I was close to Da Zhou. Is it possible that there will be masters stronger than them in Dazhou?"

On this point, the queen is deeply skeptical.

Nan Gongli looked at the candlestick opposite and said: "There is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people. There are always masters in this world that we can't imagine."

Knowing the child is Mo Ruomu, upon hearing his words, the female gentleman turned her side slightly: "Didn't Li'er have some adventures in the past two years?"

Nangongli chuckled: "It's not an adventure, but a master did get one. I will recommend it to my mother when the time is right."

She is a majestic queen, and she has always been the only one to wait for others. If someone else said this, she would have been convicted of a disrespectful crime, but Nangong Li is her son, and she always wants to give her son's face .

"Okay, mother is waiting for Li'er's arrangement." She said, "By the way, what does Li'er want to tell mother?"

Nan Gongli said: "I caught an assassin outside the National Teacher's Hall. I think that maybe this person is related to the case of the holy object. I will interrogate him in person later, and try to find the whereabouts of the holy object as soon as possible."

The female gentleman said: "You have had a hard time traveling, go tomorrow, but the person on the left has already caught you, and you can't run away for a while, not bad for this night."

Nangongli smiled lightly and said: "I'm not tired, mother will go to rest first, and wait for the good news from my son."

"You child..." The female monarch pampered her son's face and let him go with a helpless expression.

Nan Gongli did not leave the mansion in a hurry after leaving the female monarch's courtyard, but came to a secluded courtyard. A dark carriage was parked outside the courtyard, and the people in the carriage were gone.

When the guard on duty saw Nangong Li, he hurried forward and saluted respectfully: "Your Majesty."

"Is he okay?" Nangongli asked.

The guard said: "Yes, the king of the county."

Nan Gongli said: "Don't let people disturb him, and don't ask him to disturb others."

The guard hesitated for a while, the first request sounded like nothing, but the second one was a bit difficult, but the master had an order, so he had no choice but to obey, and said: "Yes, the king."

Nangongli stopped in place for a while before leaving the mansion with a few dead soldiers.

The carriage went all the way to the National Teacher Hall.

Different from the low-key son-in-law, Nan Gongli never rejects the convenience brought by his status. He is not only the grandson of the emperor of Nanzhao, but also the monarch of this country in the future, so what's the point of accepting the people's reverence and worship earlier or later? different?

He didn't let the coachman take the path, and he rode the carriage of the Queen's Mansion through the most prosperous and bustling market in the imperial capital.

The night view of the imperial capital is charming.

In the past, when his carriage was driving on the street, it was always easy for the people to recognize him. He would respond politely. This was the etiquette of the royal family, and it was also his recuperation as the eldest grandson of the emperor. However, the situation tonight seems to be a little different.

The street was deserted, and pedestrians didn't know where they were going.

Suddenly, there was a gasp of exclamation from the other end of the alley on the right, followed by a commotion.

Nangongli opened the curtain: "Go and see what happened."

"Yes!" The coachman parked the carriage on the side of the road and walked through the alley to the crowded place.

After a while, the coachman came back and reported strangely: "There are too many people, and my subordinates didn't see clearly. I only heard that someone was going to jump into the river."

Who jumped into the river and attracted a whole street of people?

Nangongli asked himself that he might not have such attractiveness, and couldn't help feeling a little curious. He got out of the carriage, and under the escort of the dead, he also walked through the alley to the crowded crowd.

Behind the alley is a street facing the river. Usually, the flow of people is on the main street, but there are not many people coming and going on this small path along the river. Today, it is almost completely congested.

"Don't hurt anyone." Nangongli said.

The dead soldier got the order, lightened his strength, slowly squeezed away from the crowd, and protected Nan Gongli to the front row, only to see a man in a white robe standing sideways in the direction of the crowd, standing across the road. On the wooden arch bridge over the river, it looks like a lonely white moonlight.

Nangongli seemed to understand why all the people were attracted by him. They didn't come to see him jumping into the river, but simply came to see him.

It is far from enough to say that he is "a man from Moshang is like a jade, and his son is unparalleled in the world". This person should only exist in the sky.

There were whispers in the crowd.

"Who is that?"

"Is it the little county king?"

With such beauty, who else could there be except for the little princess of the female monarch's mansion who was rumored to have knocked Dong Xian'er down from the top of the list?

Nangong Li knew that it was not her.

Nangong Li's eyes fell on the other's face without blinking. Even though there was only one side face, it was still enough for him to recognize something.

This is a side face that is almost exactly the same as that of the son-in-law. I really didn't expect my mother to mention him just now, and then I bumped into him when I turned around. Does this count as fate?

Is this the person who caused the father to be stimulated?

"Little County King." A dead man felt the murderous look in his master's eyes.

It is better to kill one thousand by mistake than to let one go. It doesn't matter whether he is the young master of Yancheng or not. In short, he can't let his father see him again. Then there is no more effective way than letting him be buried in the river.

Didn't he want to commit suicide?

I will help him myself.

Nangong Li winked at the dead man hiding beside him.

The dead man understood and retreated silently from the crowd. After a while, there was a scream from behind the crowd: "Murderer! Killer--the murderer ran away--"

Everyone was shocked, and the crowded crowd dispersed in a blink of an eye!

A masked dead man drove the crowd away with a knife, and the other two dead men walked towards Yan Jiuchao coldly.

Yan Jiuchao's interest in admiring fish was interrupted, and he frowned displeasedly.

The dead man could feel his aura, but he was just an ordinary person with no internal strength. As the top golden-faced dead man, it was easy for them to push such a person.

Most of the two walked towards Yan Jiuchao boldly.

"Oh, I'm so annoying." Yan Jiuchao weighed the Thousand Receiver in his hand.

Thousands of casings come out, and the blood seals the throat.

Yan Jiuchao didn't like killing people, at least he didn't like killing himself, the smell of blood would make him sick.

But there is no way, if you don't kill them, is it possible to wait to be killed by them?

Just when Yan Jiuchao was about to pull the trigger, a strong figure descended from the sky, he landed beside Yan Jiuchao, gently pressed Yan Jiuchao's wrist, and said in an almost gentle tone: "The murderer Just leave it to your subordinates."

Yan Jiuchao looked at Ying Shisan who appeared out of nowhere: "You are back."

"Yes, this subordinate is back." Ying Shisan drew out his long sword, blocked Yan Jiuchao behind him, looked at the dead man in front of him with cold eyes, and said softly, "Young master, find a place to sit down, and I will be fine in a while." .”

"Hmm." Yan Jiu walked to the steps calmly and sat down against the pillar.

The two sides fought fiercely. As early as half a year ago, Ying Shisan and several silver-faced dead soldiers were almost defeated, but after a few months, Ying Shisan's skill soared to an astonishing level.

The dead soldiers were very surprised, the other party was only a half-dead soldier, which was just a defective product in the death soldier camp, but this defective product made them powerless to fight. After a cup of tea, Yan Jiuchao should have been killed. The dead man who pushed into the water made Ying Shisan kick down the river with a heartache.

Not far away, Nan Gongli, who witnessed this scene, narrowed his eyes slightly.

Ying Shisan wiped off the blood on the sword, and walked to Yan Jiuchao's side without smelling a trace of blood.

Yan Jiuchao was tired and fell asleep leaning against the pillar.

Ying Shisan didn't wake him up, bent down, and gently hugged him up.